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I followed a deer to my home. The first time I happened upon it, I was scared. Viney thorns and ivy crept up the sides of the walls and cotton ball style smoke billowed from the chimney. The deer stepped on a stick causing it to snap, and I fled. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was less than a week when I found myself standing outside of the house, again. Only this time, I had found my…

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Dwellings // Fear

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I was wrapped up in a tartan wool blanket in Fear’s house. The fire behind me warmed my back, allowing each muscle along my spine to relax and sink deeper. There was this strange comfortability here. The kind of comfort where you find yourself forgetting that you don’t belong. A reminder alerting you every few seconds that even though your mind thinks this is the place to rest your bones forever, your body nudges at you to run. Leg jerks.…

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Gasping // #dearloverseries: letter 2

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Dear lover, Have you ever stopped to count your breath and realize that after only a few, you lose count? So many times I’ve found myself lying on my back, staring up into a vast marmalade sky or white stucco ceilings that look like pebbled beaches, losing count once again. I may not remember how many breaths I took in those moments or where they may have wandered to, but I will never forget the air you took when you…

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Bluebird // #dearloverseries: letter 1

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Dear lover, When I was a kid, a bluebird used to find it’s way to a branch outside our window almost every day in the spring. I marveled at its coloring and wondered how it was possible to see the color of the ocean in an animal. But now I’m left with an even bigger puzzle: how it’s possible to see that same hue in your eyes 20 years later. And how upon seeing them, taking flight seemed like the…

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Valentine’s Day Boxers

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We met at the worst possible time. I noticed him in a beer soaked dorm room where he talked about wearing Valentine’s Day boxers for his girlfriend. I was sitting on the couch in my current lover’s room. We didn’t speak again for 6 months. But I never forgot that moment. Our first night together wasn’t awkard. It wasn’t strange. We didn’t miss each other. It was like coming home, a feeling that would happily haunt me for the rest…

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